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Chapter Four: Dancing with Wolves
A year and a half had passed. Both Oliver and Cameron had agreed to play Quidditch for Puddlemere United, with the understanding that Cameron wouldn't be able to play during the full moon. She remained strong throughout the year, even when she had to deal with her transformations. She was even inducted into the Quidditch Hall of Fame for being the First Werewolf to Play Professional Quidditch. She also held the team record for Most Points Scored in a Single Game. Oliver's playbook went on to be published as the Most Complete Quidditch Playbook Known to Wizard Kind. He also became the most well known Keeper in the league. But there were also other changes in their lifes.
"Fantastic keeping that game, Olly," Cameron said as she kissed him gently on the lips.
"Fantastic scoring," Oliver returned, kissing her back. Cameron smiled at him. "Can you believe it's been a year?" he asked, referring to their anniversary.
"Hard to believe isn't it?" Cameron said.
"And to think that you were afraid we'd ruin our friendship," Oliver teased.
"I thought you were in on some Weasley prank first, though. Thought you were trying to get back at me for stealing your notebook so many times."
"I would never do that," Oliver said as he moved to sit down on the couch.
"I know," she responded. The two had gotten an apartment together after Hogwarts. Despite their new Hall of Fame status and professional Quidditch paychecks, the apartment was relatively simple and understated. A few old chairs and sofas surrounded the stone fireplace, and a small wooden table occupied the dining area. Cameron came next to Oliver and sat down as well. She lay her head down on his lap and he stroked her chocolate curls. It was nearing the full moon, and if she were to make a quick recovery, she would need plenty of rest before her transformation.
"I love you, Oliver," Cameron said. Oliver's hand stopped and he looked at her. Oliver had told her on many occasions that he loved her, but she had never returned the words, saying that when she did she wanted to be absolutely sure and that when she knew it he would know too. She sat up and pulled herself into his arms. "I've been doing a bit of thinking," she explained, "and I've decided that I love you."
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked. It seemed to have been a sudden revelation. She smiled and interlaced her fingers with his.
"I've never been more sure of anything else in my whole life. You loved me when I thought that I was a monster, when I thought I'd never lead an ordinary life again. Your love never waivered." Oliver smiled.
"I love you too, Cameron," he said before kissing her.
That evening, Oliver took Cameron to a fancy dinner. They both got dressed up and celebrated their one year anniversary at the Hillside Grotto, a restaurant just outside of Hogsmeade they had to wait a month for reservations to. After dinner, they danced to the slow jazz that was being played by the magical orchestra of instruments. Cameron laid her head against Oliver's chest. She was beginning to feel the effects of the oncoming full moon.
"Cameron?"
"Yes, Olly?" she asked, not looking up or opening her eyes.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Cameron lifted her head and looked into Oliver's hazel eyes. The tone of his voice was very serious, and that seriousness worried Cameron.
"What is it?" He let go of her hands and took a small step backwards. He fumbled in his pocket, as he had been doing all night, only this time he withdrew a small black box. He smiled at her before he did something she never expected, nor would she ever forget. He got down on one knee right in the middle of the dance floor and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful silver ring with a single diamond. Cameron gasped as tears began to sting her eyes.
"Cameron, I love you. I always have and I always will. I've spent nearly my whole life with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" Oliver said. Cameron was speechless, which rarely happened. She gazed into Oliver's eyes, happy tears now pouring from her own, and all she could do was nod. Nod ferociously and throw her arms around her best friend and now, fiancé, who was still kneeling on the dance floor. The people that had been dancing around them were now watching, some with brilliant smiles on their faces, while others were applauding. Cameron and Oliver stood up. Oliver took her hand and slid the ring on the appropriate finger, while Cameron wiped her tears with her other hand. Once the ring was on her finger, she kissed Oliver, putting her arms around his neck while his were around her waist. The room erupted into applause as the couple kissed. When their lips parted, Cameron put her head to Oliver's.
"I love you," Oliver said.
"Yes, but I love you more," Cameron challenged with a smile.
